The presence of Evan's 'Parents' living on the Nicobar Islands with him wasn't exactly a secret since public sightings had been reported. And yet, here he was, sitting in this very room, looking nothing like someone commanding attention like a predator in his element.
Jason's thoughts raced, but his face betrayed nothing as he walked closer.
"Sit," Evan ordered, his voice slicing through the tense atmosphere.
Jason hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding and taking the seat opposite him. His sharp gaze locked onto Evan's, both men studying every detail of their opponent with quiet intensity.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Mithal thrashed weakly against the restraints, his head jerking side to side wildly as his pleading eyes locked onto Jason's. His body trembled, the ropes cutting cruelly into his swollen skin. Desperation burned in his gaze, a silent attempt to warm Jason who refused to falter.
